"Wilbur!" Yelled Technoblade, running out of the house.

Both Phil and Techno had been worried after Will hadn't come back the night before. It didn't help that he didn't answer his phone until he was in his car.

"Hey, sorry about last night I-" Wilbur was cut off by Techno hugging him. 'when had Techno become so huggy?' he asked himself.

Techno pulled away and promptly punched Wills arm,"I don't give a fuck what you do at night, but at least answer your god damn phone!"

Wilbur looked away,"Yeah, I know... I had my phone on silent 'cause I didn't want to talk to you guys..."

Techno walked back up the back porch stairs and went inside. Wilbur followed him, feeling rather awkward. The house felt far too quiet...

Will wanted to yell or something, just for sound. The house had never been this quiet. It was so... Tense.

"Hey Tech? Do you mind if I invite someone to hang out?" He yelled out to the pink haired man.

Techno, who seemed to still be annoyed with Will, yelled back,"I don't care, just don't be too loud!"

Wilbur bit his lip. He knew by now that that reaction meant 'no'.

He shook his head. He should be more responsible. It didn't really matter at the moment though, he couldn't change much now.

With a sigh he walked to the hall. He glanced at the door. There's no way that ghosts could be real, it just wasn't possible. He huffed and opened the door.

It was just as it had been left the other day. The record was still on the player, though it had been stopped. The box from the upstairs closet was on the bed. He sighed, sitting on the bed.

It seemed so normal in the room. If was still cold, but it had a sort of comforting feel about it. Like he could forget that a child died here...

The shook the thought from his head. People have died practically everywhere, there's no need to be paranoid about it.

He glanced over and saw a piece of notebook paper on the floor. Wilbur didn't remember it being there before...

He stood and walked to it. Across the sheet were the words:

"IM HERE WILBUR!!"

***

"Come on, admit that it was you!" Shouted Wilbur.

Techno sat at his desk working on something, trying his best to ignore the yelling man. Obviously, it wasn't working.

He turned in a fury," Proof of what me and Phil told you is sat in front of you and you blame it on me? Surely you know how loud those steps are, I couldn't have snuck back up here!"

"And no, I didn't put it in there before you got home. How would I even know you would go in there?" He continued after seeing the look in Wilburs eyes.

"Well, that has to be the reason!" Wilbur shouts again. He seemed to be grasping to his perceptions of reality.

Techno shook his head and turned back to his computer," Fine. Believe what you want."

Will stormed from the room. He threw on his jacket and shoes and ran outside. A walk. That's what he needed right now.

He quickly decided a direction and began down the road. Just out of sight of their home was a smaller, rigid house. Parked in front of it was a car, out of which came a rather young boy.

His hair fell in front of his face, obscuring most of it. He seemed unhappy.

"Hey? You okay?" Will asked, staying by the end of the drive.

The boy turned, startled,"Yeah! Just visiting my old family place." He glanced twords the road than began again,"Do you have any idea who owns the white house down the road?"

"Ye, me and my friends do." He stated," I'll take it you knew the boy?"

He nodded sadly. Then turned back to the house,"I'll be staying here for a bit to catch up with some friends. Do you think you could talk to your roommates about me visiting?"

Wills mind went to his and Techno's fight. Surely he wouldn't want anyone in the house after that... He'd have to talk to Phil.

"Sure. Anyway, I'm going to continue my walk now!" He began walking down the road,"Have a good evening!"

***

"Phil? Could I ask you something?" He asked for the frame of Phil's door.

"Shoot," Phil states, he seemed to be looking for something.

"Well, someone who was friends with the kid that died here wants to know if they can visit," he states. " Like a last goodbye or something."

Phil met Wills eyes," I'm not sure if that's a good idea at the moment. With Techno and you fighting..."

"It's not like I want him to be here! I just wanted to give proper respect to a dead kid." Will muttered.

Phil looked him up and down then grinned. "If you can get Techno to okay it, than be free."

Wilbur nodded.

This was truly an impossible task.